A Change of Seasons.

Across England, as winter draws to a close, the first glimpse of an early spring sun is met with delirium. For some it’s the signal to descend upon the nearest beer garden and start longing for boozy summer trips to Magaluf. For others, it marks the perfect time to drag a dusty cricket bag down from the loft and crack open the linseed oil as the countdown to the season begins.

On the other side of the world however, it’s nearly time to retire the bat and gloves and lace up the rugby boots.

The Mancunion was present in Sydney, Australia, to witness an almost ceremonial changing of the guard, as the Tri-nations one day series drew to a close and the Super 15 and NRL seasons began.

The Super 15 season kicked off on the 24^th of February with the New South Wales Waratahs at home to the Queensland Reds – a fixture touted as Australia’s fiercest Union rivalry. The game was played at the hugely impressive ANZ stadium – a legacy of the 2000 Olympics.

A thrilling, open game showcased the stark contrast between Northern and Southern hemisphere rugby – and both sides inability to retain possession was perversely enjoyable.

The Waratahs, spearheaded by Wallaby Adam Ashley-Cooper – but without Berrick Barnes, Drew Mitchell and Rocky Elsom – dominated for most of the game, but a last minute error allowed Red’s Dom Shipperley to ghost over for the match-winning try.

It was an absorbing encounter – and with a crowd close to 35,000 it felt a world away from the more familiar surroundings of Edgeley Park on a Friday evening.

The following Sunday The Mancunion headed to the SCG to see the penultimate Tri-Nations group game, as Australia eased to an 87 run victory over India, ensuring their progression into the series finals.

Whilst significantly smaller than the Melbourne Cricket Ground, the SCG is a stunning venue. The stands which can house over 45,000 spectators are as impressive as the old pavilion is quaint – a perfect blend of the old and new.

The 35,000 crowd was a boisterous mix of the ‘Swami Army’ – India’s supporters group – and the Australian ‘Fanatics’. On a lager-soaked afternoon it was clear that going to watch the cricket is a different culture over here – cucumber sandwiches were replaced with ‘schooners’ of Toohey’s and XXXX. Indeed, the Australian support delighting in informing Virat Kohli that he’s a ‘massive wanker’ told you all you needed to know – this wasn’t the member’s stand at Lords.

After Australia just managed to eclipse the 250 run mark in the opening innings, India’s run-chase never really gathered momentum. Sachin Tendulkar once again failed in his bid to reach his hundredth Century – his haphazard run-out thanks to Gautam Gambhir’s incompetence was the day’s only real disappointment.

So with the Australian cricket team leaving Sydney for the last time this winter, local attention turned to rugby league.

Akin to football in England, the NRL seems to completely dominate the national psyche – nowhere more so than in New South Wales, which boasts 10 of the league’s 16 sides.

Throughout Sydney the opening NRL fixtures were the talk of the city – especially the weekend’s closing game between South Sydney Rabbitohs and Sydney Roosters. Like the Waratahs, the Rabbitohs conceded in the final minute, losing 24-20 to their fierce rivals.

At home, it isn’t long before the first sounds and sights of leather on willow appear.

As summertime approaches down under, however, Australia is rugby mad. 

Sydney Swans are the team for me...

Sports Editor Patrick Madden in the first of a series of columns covering sport down under.

Manchester University’s study abroad programme and all involved with it are entirely competent when it comes to helping students adjust to the culture shock of a move abroad. Whether it’s how to deal with differences in language and culture to simply coping with home-sickness – the study abroad survival guide seems to have all the answers.

As I’m on the cusp of spending a term in Sydney, Australia, I was trawling through looking for last minute pointers when I realised a key chapter was missing. There was nothing about coping without the most important thing of all – football.

Indeed, like an infant torn from the maternal bosom, I am about to be dragged kicking and screaming away from my beloved Manchester United. As my plane disappears down under, so begins a 6 month break in our relationship – the longest we will have been apart.

If it wasn’t for the prospect of living in Australia, then the idea of eloping and missing the end of the season – and more importantly a trip to Amsterdam – would have been baulked at.

But as it is, last minute scrabbles for away tickets will be replaced with hunts for late night bars to watch the match – my seat in K-Stand replaced with a bar stool in ‘Scruffy Murphy’s’ or ‘Cheers Bar’ (The ‘Official’ Sydney City Supporters bar…)

The eleven hour time difference means watching most games will be a test of stamina – and whilst some of them will conveniently fall at the end of nights out, watching 4pm Sunday games at 3am on Monday morning is far from ideal.

This leaves me with a serious conundrum – how am I going to fill my Saturday afternoons?

I could go and watch Sydney FC - current side of former Feyenoord and Blackburn Galactico Brett Emerton.  Their 45,500 stadium looks impressive but unless it’s a game against fierce rivals Melbourne Victory it is rarely at capacity. They also play in a distinctive shade of laser-blue, drawing one too many comparisons with a certain team from home to warrant regular visits.

One of Sydney’s premier attractions – the famous Sydney Cricket Ground – is the home of New South Wales cricket. New South Wales currently have a squad littered with Australia’s best – including Michael Clarke, Shane Watson and Brett Lee – and have amongst their former players Glenn McGrath, the Waugh brothers and a certain Sir Donald Bradman.

Illustrious, and an enticing prospect, but for fact the season is nearly over.

By the time I will have arrived and settled the Australian Rugby League season will have started. Melbourne is often considered as Australia’s major sporting city – but when it comes to League Sydney dominates, having 9 sides.

But if I was to spend my weekends watching the NRL I’d be faced with the political minefield of who to support. Would I be a Sydney Rooster or a Penrith Panther - a Manly Sea Eagle or a South-Sydney Rabbitoh? It’s a decision I’m not yet qualified to make.

Thus, it’s left to Aussie Rules - a mix of rugby, Gaelic football and bare-knuckle boxing- to fill the football shaped void in my weekends.

The Australian Football League season starts on the 24^th March with the New South Wales derby – Sydney Swans against Greater Western Sydney Giants.

I think the Sydney Swans will be my adopted side for the next 6 months.

After all, they do play in red and white.

FA Cup tie offers end to race row. (Jan '12)

It was hard not to laugh when the draw for the FA Cup fourth round was made. Liverpool were to play Manchester United at Anfield.

At the very best of times, this is a fixture laced with more bile and venom than any other in the country. The last time a United team travelled down the East Lancs road for an FA Cup tie, the ambulance carrying an injured Alan Smith was rocked in the streets, excrement was flung at the visiting supporters and missiles were launched at Steven Gerrard.

The rivalry and contempt both sets of supporters hold for each other is such that even at last week’s fixture at home to Stoke, ex-Liverpool players Jermaine Pennant and Peter Crouch were serenaded by United fans with songs about Heysel – whilst at their end of season parties Liverpool’s chief supporters group, Spirit of Shankly, have been known to have a man on stage with a guitar singing about the Munich Air disaster.

This use of disaster to score points is nothing new, but it leaves a sour taste. In the increasingly sanitised world of modern football great rivalries are needed more than ever – and Liverpool United is one of the greatest. Born during the industrial revolution, as battles over cotton and tax led to the building of the Manchester Ship Canal, the clubs are the most successful and best supported in the country – and this has led to, as Stuart Maconie puts it, ‘a vendetta that's Sicilian in intensity’.

Recently an extra dash of poison has been added to the contest – courtesy of Luis Suarez and Patrice Evra’s clash at Anfield in October -and the proverbial shit-storm which followed.

Suarez was found guilty of racially abusing Evra by the FA and subsequently banned for eight games.

This merely made him a martyr on Merseyside, as ‘Justice for Suarez’ became the Kop’s latest campaign. Uruguayan flags were waved in unison and the Liverpool squad – joined by manager Kenny Dalglish – made the perhaps ill-advised move of warming up in Suarez t-shirts before their match against Wigan. Guilty or not, it’s difficult to see how their supporters and players could so openly back a man facing the charge of racial abuse.

The whole, sorry affair poured fuel on the fire of hatred. It was thus written in the stars that the two sides would meet in January’s cup game.

Frothing with feelings of injustice, Liverpool fans promised Evra the reception from hell. United supporters teased on internet forums about the prospect of turning up to ‘Klanfield’ with pillow cases on their heads.

The game ultimately passed by without major incident. Evra was soundly booed on his every touch -but before there could be any debate over the morals of booing the victim of racial abuse, The Kop made it loud and clear that they aren’t racist - ‘they only hate mancs’.

It was Evra –predictably -who made the game-changing error, leaving himself out of position and gifting Dirk Kuyt the chance to seal a 2-1 win for Liverpool and a place in the 5^th round.

For now, in the aftermath of the storm, tempers have cooled.

Yet his coming Sunday, when Liverpool are welcomed to Old Trafford, it could all boil over once more.